"Well, have your ladies come?" he asked, as he sat down to his dinner.
"Oh yess, they are come. They are gone for a walk. One of them is Miss Hen and the other iss Miss Chum."
"Good Lord, what names! Two old maids, I presume,—curls and spectacles and that kind of thing!"
"They are not old, noh. And they are ferry nice to look at, especially Miss Chum."
"Well, well, so she ought to be to make up for her name."
"They were quite put out to think of having turned you out of your roomss—"
"Not half as much as I was, but you can assure them that I am delighted they came. It's as nice a house as one could wish for, and if you can arrange the meals all right I'll not trouble them in the least. How long are they going to stay?"
"They are like you. They do not know. It may be a month, it may be more."
"Oh well, I'll keep out of their way as much as possible. People who come to Sark come to be quiet, I expect. Don't trouble about coffee tonight, Mrs. Carré. I shall just have a smoke and then turn in. I'm tired but and I want a good night's rest."
"Ah yess. Well, you will tek Punch to-night, and then you will hear no ghosts."